My yoga practice has resumed, thank you God! My first evening back at The Yoga Room was exhilarating. I sweat like I was in a hot yoga class, my body shook when holding poses longer than a few breathes and I was consistently reminded to 'breath'. I was also reminded that breathing keeps me present, in the room, on the mat, and doesn't allow my mind to wonder, as my mind is a wondering june bug when I do anything that involves 'silence' on my part.
I know the definition of a guru, and I know the fundamentals of having one - I've read all the books and while I view Tammy as 'my guru' I only practice the physical fundamentals of yoga. And while others may have problems with my way of practicing yoga, Tammy seems to be fine with it and that makes me a follower of hers.
Tammy is a very calm, very reassuring person. With her background in medicine, she is very aware of injuries and how they effect different people; therefore, if she knows your history, she will taylor the class to help with your aliments.
Yesterday evening, I was lucky. I happened into a class of only 4 other students, which meant Tammy could taylor and spend extra time with us as we needed. When class started, she was pleasantly surprised, I think, to find that I had not forgotten what she had taught me months and months ago. She helped correct a few poses and when we started on the neck, she was there like a guru should be with her pupil. She fixed my back shoulder blades, helped me get the arch up in my back (which I am currently unable to do due to a pinched neve back there), and reminded me to lift my chin and push down btwn my ears. Ahhhh, sweet release!
As I was leaving, Tammy smiled and said "Epsom salt". Hmmm, I knew what that meant, without a doubt - I'd be sore in the morning. I thanked her and started home. All the way there, I could feel my body starting its 'engine'. What had been lying dormant was waking up! By the time I arrived home, I was ready to run a marathon (my dream anyway!). I fed me, fed the dogs, and jumped in the bath with eucalyptus and sea salt, and enjoyed the feeling.
Bed time, bed time for me isn't easy. I take a handful of prescription meds and still find it hard to sleep and once I get there, if I'm awaken, I'm awake for a few hours, at least.
My poor, poor Maebelle (my 4 year old chihuahua, who takes bladder meds 2x day), she tried for what seemed like forever to get me up with whining, nudging. I could hear and feel her but it all seemed like a dream and I was going with it, then, BAM, right in the mouth, something wet and fast! Maebelle, she was licking me! She had to go out and I wasn't waking up, so she resorted to the lick factor. IT WORKED! I sat up in bed and looked over at her and if dogs could cross their legs, hers would've been crossed. I grabbed her and rushed out the door, afraid she'd stop and tee tee if her feet ever hit the floor. She was sooo happy, her eyes stopped watering...lol. I put her back in the bed and thought, well I'm up until 2 or 3. I tucked her back in, pulled the cover over me, adjusted my pillow and sighed, that was the last thing I remembered until I was awaken by the family. I'd slept through my alarm! AHHHHHHHH, not good.
As I started to get up, I fully expected to be so sore that I'd have to call in late. But wait, I stretched, and yes, soreness was there, but not painful. I stood up, walked around the bed, and nothing but soreness. Woohoo! I fed the chickens, fed the dogs, got my gym bag ready, filled up my water bottle, and out the door I went. Fully expecting at any minute for there to be a catch in the neck, back, somewhere, but nothing.
I went to see my chiropractor, Dr. H., this was the real test, but everything was right were he'd left it Monday. I wanted to do a glory jig!
My body still feels like it's on a high, but a natural high. Today is walk day, tomorrow is yoga day, I don't know how long my body will let me stay in this routine, but I'll stay until I can't stay any longer.
God has a way of putting people in our paths to help us get well. If only we could see that! Thank you God for Tammy and Dr. H!